Touch the Sky

[Produced by K-Lassik Beats] [Hook: Tony Yayo] Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high R.I.P. to 2Pac Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Nigga roll that good shit Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You wanna dance, let's dance nigga, I take you to the prom I'm armed, trey-pound in my palm, I'm calm nigga My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy Your fate, your death day'll fucking come if you push me Have you like E.I. E.I., uh-oh after the four-four blow I get low, they say I go like a pro It's a wrap and I'm ghost in the smoke like a roach You've been clapped and in fact there's no coming back from that I'm the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed Just my vest and my semi in the back of the Bentley Enage, a mirage, see I'm there, then I'm gone Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long So when I'm right I'm right, and when I'm wrong I'm right I hit your ass up right, nigga it's nighty-night [Hook] [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Ayo, I'm higher than a pilot, man, I catch a body, man Beat the case, I lie on the poly-gram These O.G.'s talking 'bout, back in the days I have a R.I.P. sign on your MySpace page I'm in your top 8 nigga, drop 8 nigga G-C-T Coupe, it's sour grape nigga I'm an ape nigga, a guerilla in the mist I hold weight, nigga, my connect got bricks I went gold, you went platinum, we still got the same cars Same house, and still fuck the same broads Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch Damn you look good girl but get your teeth fixed I'm the Teflon Don boy, I get busy Your next two songs you do them shits with Pretty Ricky Seven-sixty, drive by light tint With two hoes in the whip looking like flint [Hook]